Swaying softly, streetlights glowing through my window
Trying on each dress I bought for you
Do I look pretty
When I ask you to hit me?
Hands like barbed wire
Wrapping round my throat making me cry like I told you I wanted in the car on the long Drive home
Baby, we're alone now
Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you
Except for you
And I like thinking I'm no different from you
Different from you
Different from you
When I go home at night I think about the ways that I can get out
Of the hold you've got me in
Of the hold you've got me in
You've still got time, waiting on the other side
You'll still be alright, if you just make it to the other side
You'll still be alright, even after all this time
You'll still be alright, you'll still be alright
Sunday morning, nothing hurts, not even you
No, not even you
No, not even you
Ethel Cain - Sunday Morning Lyrics
Ethel Cain - Sunday Morning Lyrics
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Swaying softly, streetlights glowing through my window
Trying on each dress I bought for you
Do I look pretty
When I ask you to hit me?
Hands like barbed wire
Wrapping round my throat making me cry like I told you I wanted in the car on the long Drive home
Baby, we're alone now
Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you
Except for you
And I like thinking I'm no different from you
Different from you
Different from you
When I go home at night I think about the ways that I can get out
Of the hold you've got me in
Of the hold you've got me in
You've still got time, waiting on the other side
You'll still be alright, if you just make it to the other side
You'll still be alright, even after all this time
You'll still be alright, you'll still be alright
Sunday morning, nothing hurts, not even you
No, not even you
No, not even you
Trying on each dress I bought for you
Do I look pretty
When I ask you to hit me?
Hands like barbed wire
Wrapping round my throat making me cry like I told you I wanted in the car on the long Drive home
Baby, we're alone now
Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you
Except for you
And I like thinking I'm no different from you
Different from you
Different from you
When I go home at night I think about the ways that I can get out
Of the hold you've got me in
Of the hold you've got me in
You've still got time, waiting on the other side
You'll still be alright, if you just make it to the other side
You'll still be alright, even after all this time
You'll still be alright, you'll still be alright
Sunday morning, nothing hurts, not even you
No, not even you
No, not even you
Writer: Hayden Anhedonia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Anthem Entertainment